| As I tell my family, it�s still hard to speak about my son in the past. By not speaking of him in the past helps me to know he is here with me, in my heart and on his little brother�s shoulder. He puts his hand on his shoulder when he needs his Bubbie. I told him his little angel wings are sitting right there. Kelly called me every third day, if not to talk, to leave a message that he is okay and that he loved us. I miss that. I miss him calling me at 7:00 a.m. from work just to talk, as I�m trying to get dressed for work I miss his humor, picking at me because I didn�t understand when he talked �work� talk and would tell me to let him talk with Ron (his step-dad), so he could explain it to me. I miss his special cards he sent me for holidays, birthdays, and from each state he visited; thank God I kept them all. I miss touching him and kissing his fat cheeks which almost every photo I have, I�m kissing his cheeks. I miss the fact that his life was shortened and he didn�t get to marry, have children, buy a house, cut his own grass. I�ve done all these things, that�s why I wish it had of been me instead of my precious son. He is in a better place, for sure, but we are left here to suffer. I thank all our Armed Forces for the work they do and I pray for them everyday. God Bless all of our Marines, I feel like I am a part of them. Semper Fi Donna Very Proud Mom of Cpl Kelly Stephen Keith January 7, 1978-April 8, 2000 |
What I miss... How can I explain to you what I miss about Seth without saying it all? I miss everything. I miss his voice on the other end of the phone. The way we'd know it was the other one calling without looking at the caller Id. I miss the way we'd laugh and play on the phone until three in the morning, even though he had to work the next day at five. I miss him telling me he thought about me all day, because he was so tired from staying up all night talking he could hardly work. I miss driving with him. I miss the smell of his truck. He'd go so fast and play his music so loud. I miss him singing all of the words to his songs. The way he would act out the songs and move along to the music, I can still see him doing that. I miss rubbing the back of his head as he drove. There's nothing like the feeling of a "high-and-tight." He always had the softest hair. I miss his smell. I loved just breathing him in. I miss sitting across the room from him and knowing he was watching me. I always hated it. I'd make funny faces at him to make him stop, God I'd give anything for him to be sitting there staring at me. I miss waking up to see him watching me sleep. He said he could always tell when I was just about to fall asleep; I'd take one big breath and be out like a light. I miss cuddling with him. I miss holding hands. I miss his jokes. Whenever I had a bad day I'd always ask him to tell me a joke to make me feel better. God I need a joke. I miss the feeling of always knowing where he is. I miss planning our days around when we would call each other. I miss him calling me at work. I miss watching the home shopping networks over the phone. It was the only thing that was the same on TV in California and in Oregon. I miss the feeling of suspense I would get in my stomach right before I'd see him. I miss the adventures we would always go on whenever we were together. I miss the trips to see and meet his family. I miss the way he makes me feel when we are together. I miss hearing him say how much he loves me. I miss calling him up in the middle of the day just to say, "Hi." There is so much more that I miss about Seth, but I have gone on long enough. It's getting hard to read the page now and my heart hurts. I love Seth so much. He is everything to me. He's my best friend. I know he's still here, because he let's me know he is. I know he wouldn't leave me just as I will never leave him. We always would say "If we can handle three months for boot camp apart, we can handle anything." "It's our love for each other that gets us thorough things." And it's our love for each other that is going to help us get through this, until we can be together again. ***Michele, Thank you forgiving birth to Seth. Thank you for giving me someone who means so much to me. Thank you for sharing him with me. And thank you for letting me be a part of your life.*** Seth Garrett Jones (1981-2000) |
| ******************************************************************************************************************************* The following entry has been submitted by a very special young lady. Seth's life-long best friend and the love of his life, Erin. The words "Semper Fidelis" do not even begin to describe her. It is no wonder Erin and Seth will share their hearts forever. Please remember Erin in our prayers, for a love like theirs has been blessed in Heaven, and she has a wonderful Marine watching over her always. ******************************************************************************************************************************* |